The Stuccadore Peon

“Do you know why you do not like conceptual art? It is because you know how to solve problems with your hands. You have the means to create plastically, visually. If you only had concepts, you would write.”

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Peão de Ornamento

“Você sabe por quê você não gosta de arte conceitual? É que você sabe resolver problemas com as mãos. Você possui os meios para criar plasticamente, visualmente. Se você tivesse só conceitos, você ia escrever.”

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Urban art | Arte de rua – Rio de Janeiro

I’ve always said that I am not one for museums. There is something about objects extracted from their context that bore me, failing to capture my attention | Sempre falei que não gosto de museus: vendo um monte de obras extraídas dos respetivos contextos me da um tédio

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Un encuentro | An encounter

En mi recorrido por el mundo de la ciencia, lamento haber descubierto la cercanía con
el Arte un poco tarde, siento que estuve como muchos, cegada a ver la exactitud o las aproximaciones asintóticas en las ecuaciones | In my journey through the world of science, I regret having discovered the proximity of Art a little late. I think I felt as many do, blinded by the accuracy or the asymptotic approximations in the equations.

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Otros Carnavales

El Carnaval poco conocido de Montevideo, Uruguay tal vez sea uno de los más auténticos.
fotos y texto por Nacho Hamad

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Other Carnivals

The candombe tradition of Montevideo, Uruguay may not be so well-known as other Carnivals, but it might just be one of the most authentic.
photos and text by Nacho Hammad

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The Archaeology of Slavery & Book Review: “Homegoing” by Yaa Gyasi

I imagined her watching any non-survivors being hurled into something like the adjacent Cemiterio dos Novos Pretos, the Cemetary of New Blacks, the site of the largest slave cemetery in the Americas, where tens of thousands of bodies had been dumped and incinerated upon arrival in Rio de Janeiro. Such violence affected every generation that followed her, including those who are struggling to maintain the site

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I aimed the camera at them; they aimed their marbles at me

There are two kinds of travelers: those running from themselves and those running to themselves, I thought, as I pointed the camera at the children. I am happy to say that it was this thought that struck me, and not the marbles aimed back at me along with their giggles and smiles.

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